01-06-2004, 08:58 PM
The lady died, and we had a company meeting. CEO on the mic in front of everyone. I had the urge (not just the thought, but the actual urge) to laugh or say something horrible. Not that I think he death was funny at all, but just because I would love to see the reaction.
It's like the urge I have sometimes to pick up a baby by their legs when their parents are around and smash its head against a table. I love kids. I know it's mean. I just want to see what happens.
This always happens. I have a business meeting with someone who I meet for the first time, and I want to insult their race, or sex, or some other physical trait. It's not like I ever do it. Even if I get really drunk, I still don't lose those inibitions, thankfully.
I could go on for pages and pages about all the different insanely offensive and mean urges I have in real life that I just really really really want to do.
Thank God, I can say them on a messageboard.
It's like the urge I have sometimes to pick up a baby by their legs when their parents are around and smash its head against a table. I love kids. I know it's mean. I just want to see what happens.
This always happens. I have a business meeting with someone who I meet for the first time, and I want to insult their race, or sex, or some other physical trait. It's not like I ever do it. Even if I get really drunk, I still don't lose those inibitions, thankfully.
I could go on for pages and pages about all the different insanely offensive and mean urges I have in real life that I just really really really want to do.
Thank God, I can say them on a messageboard.